Monday, December 10, 2007

Painting the Corners

Painting the corners

With each kick and breathThe fireman stares ominiouslyTowards the dish.Sinking it in the gloveHard and fastFocusing the ballHigh and on the insideTight and outsideignoringthe batters.Is he a Rembrandt,Van Gogh or Picasso?The men stare waitingWatchingSwingingAnd missingSlowly they turn backTo face the mound.Again.Once more with determinationGoing to make this pitch theirs.Leaning in, the closer swoopsHis head into their directionIntimidating them to submission.The closer turns his head slightlySlowly to first base smiling ever so briefThen turns firing a fastball pastThe batter in disbelief.Three pitches ends the game.

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Just a Texas Cajun chick who loves to laugh, watch baseball, the Red Sox, Texas ball players, reading, writing poetry, live music, cooking cajun food, photography and not all necessarily in that order. Living proof that loyalty does not have to lie within one's home state.